No Boot Worship Today Slave!

It was overcast, humid and threatening to rain, but my spirits were really high as I sauntered towards the Chambers. I was carrying my perv bag consisting of my thin black catsuit, socks, butt plug etc. I knew I was in for magic judging by the calling mail - 

...Your rubber Mistress has ideas that are bound to please, plus plans to give you a taste of bygone times.

This time I wasn't going to be led up a blind alley and had been keeping an open mind, though I had thought quite a lot about being tied up and possibly receiving another welcome infusion of pee. No matter, whatever Mistress Maggie had planned I just knew it was going to be another wonderful session.

Mistress greeted me in her lace front body suit and latex stockings, the tight hood she was wearing showed off her beautiful face and was topped off with two swinging ponytail bunches. As I followed upstairs keeping a safe distance, the view of her rear was absolutely stunning. The curves of the latex body suit contrasting against the alabaster beauty of her buttocks. Remember, look, don't touch and don't inadvertently get too close…

I was in for a real treat on my return from the bathroom in my latex socks and gloves. Despite Mistress not being on her throne I still took up position in front of it ready for boot worship. In an incredibly sexy voice Maggie called me over to the bar stool where she was lounging, with her perfect derrière prominently pointing in my direction. ‘You’ll be doing a different kind of worship today slave, instead of my boots you can worship my bum’. There was no second bidding necessary. As Mistress lounged on the stool I kissed and licked round the latex. Up and down and round the join between Mistress and latex and I loved every long slow adorable contact.

Did I detect some enjoyment from Mistress? Perhaps just a hint of a moan to accompany the wiggle of those wonderful hips? I was the one soon groaning as Maggie turned round on the stool and sat facing me. I sat with my chin on the stool looking at the latex clad contours of her most private of places, but Maggie knew exactly what she was doing and sat far enough back to ensure there would be no chance of my tongue getting me into trouble!

After a short while, Maggie inserted my butt plug and inserted me into my thin working suit. There was considerable confusion about the suit not fitting as well as Maggie remembered. It did fit but only with the help of a HEAP of talc, pulling and adjusting. After some discussion, we established that this was not the suit that I had been bringing to my sessions over the last eight or so years, and because of the extended Covid break I’d misremembered which suit was my 'normal' one. Mistress told me never to darken her door with this old suit again, but for now 'it would do’. To top off my outfit I was fitted into an S10 gasmask, then with an open face mask pulled over the top I was fully rubberised and ready for a visit to the toilet. Not the white porcelain one in the bathroom but the superb box that Mistress uses to water her slaves. 

The ruff for the toilet box was fitted round my neck and I was instructed to ease myself into the appropriate receiving position under the pan so the metal poppers round the ruff could be fixed into position around the Perspex top. One after the other; pop, pop, pop. When Maggie had finished there was a slave firmly fixed right inside the toilet bowl. I have had quite a few wonderful drinks in this position but none while wearing a gas mask. I had made sure the S10’s drinking tube was inside my mouth when it was fitted, but I had no idea how I would be able to partake of the wonderful liquid that was about to cascade from an equally wonderful source.

The answer was, I wasn't. After Mistress had secured my hands to the toilet box with bright yellow rope a plastic tray was placed under my head, Maggie got ready to use her toilet and the heavens opened. What an unworldly experience it is being peed on while wearing a mask, you lose the tactile feel of pee on your face, but instead you see the cascading fluids splashing down and bouncing off your lenses. Almost all the fluid trickled down the mask and collected in the trough, I say almost because I did detect a little incursion round the open faced mask into my ears and I would emerge with slightly pee soaked hair. I did like that idea that Mistress was able to use me once again as her pee-play thing. To the aficionado the scent of Mistresses pee is heady and very sensual and again I realised how lucky I am.

When she had finished Maggie gently closed the lid and left me to stew in a piss puddle for a while. Yay! - lucky, but I would have liked to sample the wine of the day. Never mind, when I was eventually released I was told to collect all the pee from the sump and I carefully decanted it into a jug for later consumption. Another treat to look forward to.

With the toilet duties completed it was time to have the inanimate butt plug I was wearing replaced with something rather more energetic. Out came the red plug, in went a conductive prostate massager and a horseshoe shaped electrode was arranged round my member. I don't think I have experienced this electrode before, but once the electrics had been wired up it wasn't long before it was living up to its name of Red Viper!

I was told to sit comfortably on the barstool as far back as I could manage and Mistress began securing me in bondage. Inflatable mittens came first which were then fully inflated. My now useless appendages were secured together at the front with a belt, another belt around my waist had me fastened to the stool, while a rope through the crook of each elbow secured to the back of the stool made movement very limited. Well I did think at the start that there might be some tight bondage involved and I was right!

Another item not quite as obvious are the ballet boots that Mistress had me wear, these also were strapped to the chair so that I ‘wouldn't run away’. I mumbled through the S10 that Mistress was very quick at fixing the boots on me and Maggie reminded me of the first time I was sent away to put the boots on. They had been neatly laid out in the Clinic ready for me to slip on, however Mistress ended up scolding me for taking far too long putting them on. Because I was unfamiliar with the boots I had been undoing all the laces when all I needed to do was zip them on!!! That raised a laugh but I digress...

You will have noticed that one of Mistresses favourite games is to tease a slave, and I’m sure you can imagine the effect that this beautiful woman has on a slave when he’s sensually stroked by a slender leg and thigh, and not just once. Mistress continued this wonderful tease while the red viper continued to play havoc with my cock and balls.

Maggie explained later why she had used the barstool for bondage today: to allow fitting the harness for the 3 litre bubble bottle, and I happily bubbled away for almost two hours in that position. Maggie fed me with the occasional aromas that had been incorporated into the breathing set up, she increased the pulsation of the Viper and prostate massage and continued to tease and stroke her captive slave. I felt absolutely FANTASTIC! I knew Maggie was happy with her work and I certainly was happy with my lot. I calmly, well most of the time, looked out of my perspex window on the world and saw everything in my world was rosy.

After bubbling away for so long I was ready for a drink, not so desperate as to have to beg for one, but keen to sample the delights of what had been deposited all over the S10 and so carefully collected for later use. Mistress fetched her jug of juice, saying that she might need to find an adapter for the drinking hose. Throughout the session I had kept the gas masks’ drinking straw firmly gripped in my mouth, and not wanting to delay my drinking any longer I suggested that Mistress might use a glass and dip the end of the straw in it.

For once, one of my suggestions seemed to hit the spot as Maggie said, ‘Good idea slave’ and set off to retrieve an empty glass from her table. The pee was quickly decanted and the end of my straw stuck in it. Well, I drank that very graciously and Mistress kindly refilled it and... same result. ‘And that’s your lot slave’ she said as she filled the glass a third and final time, once again, it went down so smoothly and almost as rapidly as the others. A brief thought flittered through my mind about the use of the S10 on a battle field, I guess that the soldiers there never had such a refreshing drink as I had just consumed. 

It’s true to say that I had been really enjoying myself and was somewhat disappointed when Mistress finally said that I was to be released. The bubble bottle was decommissioned, the straps were released, the ropes undone and the boots removed. I thought Maggie may have been concerned about my steadiness after sitting bound for such a long time, because patiently she told me to take my time standing up and guided me towards the latex bed. There I found out what the second part of Mistress Maggie's calling mail referred to. There was no need for disappointment, there never is!

It had been so long since I had been able to snuggle under the latex sheet with my Mistress. We tried it initially with the latex duvet, but it was too unwieldy for what she had planned so a double sized latex sheet became the better choice for two rubberists to get hot under. I needed no second bidding to ‘move over slave’ as she draped the latex over both of us and climbed in wearing her own gas mask.

Despite the fact that I was spread eagled, or maybe because of the restraint, I felt at one with Mistress. We lay there snuggling in the darkness of the slippery rubber bed, our rubber masks and hoses producing the unrivalled sound of heavy breathing and just enjoying rubber time together. The memories of our earlier adventures came flooding back. Not only the special times we spent gas masked under the sheet, but other bedtime adventures like the times Mistress read me bed time stories, or the time she used that massively over-engineered wooden ball stretcher or ... the list could go on and on!

By now I had spent three hours or more inside the S10 mask and thoroughly enjoyed every second of that incarceration. During the session I realised that I knew my place in Mistresses life: being nothing more than a rubber plaything for my Mistress and loving every second of my status. Thank you again Mistress Maggie for helping me along my path of becoming one of your perfect rubber toys and promise that I shall never darken your doorway with that inappropriate, old and thin slave suit.